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Thursday, June 26, 2003

June 26, 2003

June 26, 2003 at 5:25 PM |
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Wednesday, June 18, 2003

June 18, 2003

Doggone it: Imelda Marcos, the cutie namesake of Small Dog Electronics -- the official computer retailer of bradlands.com -- has passed on. Our tails are wagging at half-staff around here today.
June 18, 2003 at 5:29 PM |
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Thursday, June 12, 2003

June 12, 2003

Baby, baby, baby: Welcome to the world, sweet l'il Alexander Michael Wasylik. And congratulations Dineen and Mike! (Further: The first pictures of baby, mom and dad. Nice shirt, Mike. Next up, CafePress Pampers.)
June 12, 2003 at 5:30 PM |
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Tuesday, June 10, 2003

June 10, 2003

Babs on Broadway: One more Tony note, and then I'll move on. Maybe. During the telecast, presenter Barbara Walters quipped that, although she'd never appeared on Broadway, she was invited to present the award for best revival because the producers presumed she'd seen all of the original productions. "I missed 'La Boheme' when it premiered in 1896," she dead-panned. "I was out of town."

Nice joke. But the set-up isn't strictly true. Barbara Walters did appear on Broadway, in 1962's short-lived musical A Family Affair, playing "Sheila" and as a member of the chorus. The show lasted only 65 performances, but also marked the Broadway debut for Linda Lavin. It was composer John Kander's first show too, and the only one he wrote without collaborator Fred Ebb.

The show was recorded by its original cast, but the LP is long out of print and the score remains unreleased on compact disc. I already have the album in my collection, but if you're itching to hear it, there's one up for bid on eBay.
June 10, 2003 at 5:33 PM |
Categories: Jurassic Weblog | Theatre

Monday, June 9, 2003

June 9, 2003

Meanwhile, on the eponymous web: Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the one and only Lance Arthur. And already, I'm teary from laughter, thanks to this story about Paris in the Toilet.
The penis is not a well-designed tool. It does some things very well, but given a target to hit (or avoid) of anything less than three-feet in circumference, a guy's gonna splash. And the thing's pliable and the causeway sometimes thins out or opens up and the stream's suddenly going on the floor or the back of the toilet, up on the seat, on your own foot, honestly there's just no telling what's going to happen.

What they saw: I know, I know. You thought I was the only opinionated queen with thoughts about The Tony Awards. Nope. Consider the reactions of these folks...

Further Tony coverage, as always, is collected at the fabulous Broadway Stars.
June 9, 2003 at 5:36 PM |
Categories: Jurassic Weblog

Sunday, June 8, 2003

June 8, 2003—The Tony Awards

Sometimes, you don't gotta have a gimmick: For as long as I've been watching them -- and I'm only speaking from 20 years or so of experience, so I may be wrong -- the annual Tony Awards telecasts have all succeeded in at least one respect: they got me excited about the theatre. Especially when I was growing up, passionate about music and drama and dance, the Tonys were my ticket, literally, to New York. Every year for two or three hours, television became a window on a world that otherwise existed only in my imagination and within the covers of original cast recordings and scripts that I devoured in my tiny rural midwestern town.

Even as an adult (and an adult so blessed to be working in the industry I love) who finally had the opportunity to routinely travel to the Big Apple itself and see the shows firsthand and meet the professionals who made the magic and, sometimes, to just stand in the middle of Times Square and bathe in the lights, sounds and chaos of Broadway -- even then and now, the Tonys were special. Sacred. A night when the phone came off the hook, a big bowl of popcorn was produced and libations were chilled in anticipation of a TV program not to be missed.

Earlier this week, I turned down two dinner invitations (from gay friends, even! What were they thinking?!) because tonight they'd be doling out the Tony Awards and I wouldn't miss 'em for the world.

I should have gone to dinner. TiVo would have preserved the highlights. The Tonys let me down tonight.

I've accepted that politics play a large role in the nominations and voting. I've made allowances that stilted, scripted banter is an awards telecast given. I've even made my peace with the fact that the technical categories are going to get shafted for screen time.

What I can't accept is that for one night each year, the theatre is given an opportunity to shine, that our profession is alloted three hours of valuable television time to present a commercial endorsement of the magical, powerful art of live performance and it's been terribly squandered. Across America and around the world and, yes, even in tiny, rural midwestern towns, the shrinking audience that tunes in for the Tonys is switching off the set after a long, largely boring broadcast and shrugging its collective shoulders. Theatre? Meh. The Tony Awards producers were given a chance to make the case for Broadway (and, by extension, for the vital, living theatre beyond Manhattan) and they failed, miserably.

A few observations:
  • Hugh Jackman was a charming host, inasmuch as he was needed, but it should tell you something when several of the presenters begin their remarks by disclaiming, "I suppose you're wondering why I'm here." Mike Wallace? Barbara Walters? Jackman himself? Lovely people all, but it was clear the producers were often stretching to stack the show with bold-faced names rather than turning to some of the people who make the theatre what it is.
  • The excerpts from the nominated musicals were mostly enjoyable but certainly not presented to their advantage. In fairness, it's nigh impossible to capture the electricity of a Broadway show when it's ripped from its intimate theatre habitat and plopped into the great barn at Radio City. It's harder still when it seems like the broadcast director had never seen any of the shows and had no idea where to point the cameras next. And on a live TV show, you only get one shot. As much as you want to make the show exciting for the audience sitting in the house in New York, the Tonys absolutely have to be good -- preferably great -- TV. At the risk of heretical wishes, I'd almost rather they work it out with the unions and go into the theatres themselves, shoot two or three performances under better controlled conditions, and edit them into video presentations that really show off the performances. The audience at Radio City is there because they already love the theatre. Give middle America and the world a chance to see why.
  • I was glad to see Hairspray do so well. It is not the best musical ever, nor is it necessarily the best musical from this Broadway season, but it is bar none the best time I've had in a New York theatre in a decade and deserves its success. I'm a bit disappointed that my pal Corey Reynolds didn't win as best featured actor, but that the award went to the courtly Dick Latessa is a nice consolation. And I just want to hug Marissa Jaret Winokur to bits. She's such a sweetie!
  • Who the hell did the cutting of "Rose's Turn" and what did they use? A rusty machete? That excerpt, combined with the unfavorable buzz about Bernadette's Rose and the loss to Nine will probably doom the Gypsy revival prematurely.
  • Speaking of: Yes, yes, yes. We get it. Antonio is a revelation. But I'd rather have seen Chita dance, and I'd wager it'd have sold more tickets. He's hot but when she cuts loose, she's incandescent.
  • Best acceptance speeches: Mark O'Donnell and Thomas Meehan; Marc Shaiman and Scott Wittman (also, best kiss on the Tonys since Spider Woman); Michele Pawk; and the incredibly gracious Brian Dennehey.
  • Was anyone else afraid Isabelle Stevenson's face was going to snap and put out someone's eye?
  • Amour got shafted. It was a foregone conclusion it wouldn't win anything, but to receive only a brief video montage rather than a staged excerpt was insulting.
  • We don't have the time or interest any longer to do excerpts from the nominated plays but Def Poetry Jam -- a fine performance, mind, that closed last month -- gets two highlights? One with wonky audio? And we wonder why drama is dying on Broadway?
  • If Hugh Jackman is going to sing, could we at least give him a whole number? Hell, how about a preview of The Boy From Oz?
  • In case you blinked, Cy Feuer was "honored" for lifetime achievement with five seconds from his speech at the earlier ceremony, and the great folks at The Children's Theatre Company in Minneapolis received the Regional Theatre Tony. It's a pity more prominence isn't given to the regional companies each year -- it's been at least six or seven years since the Tony telecast did a respectable overview of theatre outside New York -- since, increasingly, that's where the new musicals and plays are being born to give a moribund Broadway commercial theatre new life. (The utterly winsome, Tony-nominated A Year with Frog & Toad, for example, was born at, yes, The Children's Theatre Company.)
  • Robert Sean Leonard, will you marry me? No? Matthew Morrison? Please?

Everything else is gone: Ed Sullivan, Playhouse 90, the hour-long TV variety show, Rosie O'Donnell, even the way-the-heck-too-perky Caroline Rhea Show has been cancelled. The Tony Awards are the live theatre's single shot at reaching America with the news that the theatre can be a vital, thrilling, relevant and warm place to pass a few hours, in New York or in your hometown.

This year, that shot missed the target by a mile.
June 8, 2003 at 5:39 PM |
Categories: Jurassic Weblog | Theatre

Friday, June 6, 2003

June 6, 2003

Brick by brick, putting it together: The Brick Apple, one man's attempt to create a scale model of (parts of) New York City, in Lego. (The World Trade Center, complete with interiors, is particularly impressive.)
June 6, 2003 at 5:45 PM |
Categories: Jurassic Weblog

Thursday, June 5, 2003

June 5, 2003

What I am worth to you: I admit I haven't paid much attention to Blogshares, a fantasy stock market simulator based upon trading shares in weblogs and journals. I fooled around a bit with the game when it was still in beta and, as a result of doing a "leveraged buyout" of Link & Think when I didn't have the cash to support it, I wound up with a negative cash balance when the game went live, effectively keeping me from playing.

Fair enough. I can't really say the concept of the game is interesting enough to hold me, although I know quite a few people are just mad for it. Although I requested that Link & Think be removed from trading (it's a non-profit web project for World AIDS Day, so I feel it's inappropriate to be bought and sold, even for fun), I left Must See HTTP and The Daily Brad up for purchase. Apparently, my sites have made a few people quite "wealthy" as a result. This weblog, which was trading for just pennies a couple of weeks ago, is now listed at nearly $800 per share.

If you happen to own stock in any of The BradLands properties, you might wish to consider selling while the price is that insanely high. If my own real-world portfolio of investments and personal business ventures is any indication, it can't be long before I run this enterprise into the ground. Caveat emptor.
June 5, 2003 at 5:48 PM |
Categories: Jurassic Weblog

Tuesday, June 3, 2003

June 3, 2003

Thank you: I appreciate all of the warm anniversary wishes. Many, many personal e-mail replies are forthcoming. As always, my belief has been reinforced: readers of this site are more generous, better looking and more intelligent and discerning than most of the general population, which does fuckall to explain why they end up here. But hey, thanks!

Jews with knives: Derek Powazek has published one of my very favorite of his stories, The Scar at the { fray }. This is the tender yet occasionally howlingly funny tale he told at Fray Café 3 this spring in Austin. The web version is delightful, but it benefits from being heard live as well.

Izzle Pfaff!: I Am Swiftly Punished. (Bonus re-run: There is an Eldritch Presence in My Refrigerator.)

Off the stack: A lot of time spent on planes, trains and in waiting rooms has given me more time for leisure reading recently. Among the consumed tomes...
  • Bringing Down the House: The Inside Story of Six MIT Students Who Took Vegas For Millions: A ripping read, primer-in-card-counting-cum-geek-thriller. It's a considerable expansion of this Wired feature with more cloak and dagger thrown in. It was hard for me to put down.
  • Sellevision: A gift from a reader of The BradLands. I read this one in a single sitting. Light and soapy in the style of -- but inferior to -- Robert Rodi, following the travails of a handful of painfully shallow home shopping channel hosts. The end is a bit of a letdown after the go-go-go momentum, but Augusten Burroughs shows some promise.
  • Tommy's Tale: Heartful hedonism, thoughtfully and ramblingly wrought by actor Alan Cumming. I'm still in the middle of this one, but enjoying it thoroughly. Another reader recommendation and gift. Thank you!
June 3, 2003 at 5:50 PM |
Categories: Jurassic Weblog

Monday, June 2, 2003

June 2, 2003

It seems like only yesterday: Although it sadly did not merit a mention on this wonderful timeline of Internet history, June marks the beginning of The BradLands' ninth year on the web, and the fifth at this domain. Funny how I can still remember the first time I downloaded NCSA-Mosaic and the first time I uploaded an odd little marked-up text file, only to be amazed when it translated into something colorful and linky. I discovered a hidden box of 3-1/2" diskettes the other day; a couple of them might contain the earliest bits and bytes of my first personal site on the web. If they do and I'm not mortified to revisit them, I might post a couple of samples later on.

Meanwhile, if you've a hankering for BradLands-related nostalgia, take a wander through the archives of Must See HTTP over there at the left or of The Daily Brad. To my considerable surprise, only one of the links in the very first (pre-permalink) entry to the weblog has succumbed to linkrot. We should all be so fortunate on our birthdays.
June 2, 2003 at 5:55 PM |
Categories: Jurassic Weblog

Friday, May 30, 2003

May 30, 2003

May we have a word or two? Carleton County Colloquialisms.
Take, for instance, the innocuous phrase, "Good Heavens. It is very cold outside this evening." A County resident might say, "Sweet bald-headed Jesus. Is it ever some friggin' cold out tonight." Same statement, but somehow, we've added feeling . Colloquialisms are the monosodium glutamate of the English language, and like any exotic and spicy food, at first they seem as strange as the locals themselves. But to carry the metaphor further, we can also understand that learning local cuisine helps one better appreciate local culture.

Took my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was gone: The National Weather Service looks back a decade at the Great Flood of '93. Ten years ago in August, I swore I never wanted to hold or see another sandbag again.
May 30, 2003 at 6:00 PM |
Categories: Jurassic Weblog

Thursday, May 29, 2003

May 29, 2003

The size queens are killing my server: I noticed a rather large spike in traffic hereabouts when going over the access logs for the past couple of months. It turns out that interest in a little video clip I posted almost a year and a half ago has suddenly peaked, meriting mentions on both The Bulge Report and the Large Penis Support Group (and getting subsequently circulated by e-mail and a dozen other discussion groups).

The last time I saw a jump in traffic this big was when we got to meet Jon & Mike.

Not that it doesn't give me a little boost to be so well-endowed with thousands of new visitors, but after this last month, I'm worried things are getting a bit too cock-centric in the 'Lands. Besides, when it comes to fan clubs for phalluses, I'm not the president. I'm just a member. Still, never let it be said I don't give the masses what they crave. If you're a BIG fan, consider popping in to visit our cute pal Corky's new photo joint, Size Queen.
May 29, 2003 at 6:02 PM |
Categories: Jurassic Weblog

Wednesday, May 28, 2003

May 28, 2003

I'm sure James Mason will be there: Tickets went on sale today for Eddie Izzard's latest U.S. tour and I scored great seats for one of the concerts. Which means, of course, that I've added yet another Chicago trip to my growing itinerary.
May 28, 2003 at 6:05 PM |
Categories: Jurassic Weblog

Friday, May 23, 2003

May 23, 2003

The horror!! The horror!!! I'm not sure that I could, in my most fevered state or drug-aided frenzy, come up with a more appallingly frightening video game concept than Backstage, an interactive adventure starring Carol Channing.
Doing a theatrical tour can mean performing in a different theater every week, and there is always the challenge of successfully finding your way around each new backstage area. It can prove to be quite an adventure getting from the callboard, finding the dressing rooms and arriving on-stage without getting lost in the process! I even performed in a theater where audience members would mistakenly walk in through the door of my dressing room, thinking that it was the public restroom! Along with this, there are always the curious people who ask, "What is it like to be backstage?" Putting all of these experiences together, I came up with the idea for BACKSTAGE--an edutainment, multimedia theatrical game for the Mac & PC.

Mousies what I love to eat: A small collection of Kliban cartoons.
May 23, 2003 at 6:05 PM |
Categories: Jurassic Weblog

Monday, May 19, 2003

May 19, 2003

Insult to injury...to iPod: Does the URL of this New York Times article strike anyone besides me as, well, odd given the subject matter? Gratuitous, at least. Hrm. Well, anyway, it looks like the "Star Wars Kid" is getting an iPod and a bunch of other swag. Sounds like he'd much rather just have his privacy back. I can't say I blame him. [Update: In comments at Andy Baio's site, Amy Harmon, who wrote the NYT piece, notes that the URL has been changed to something more polite. However, the old address still works also.]
May 19, 2003 at 6:08 PM |
Categories: Jurassic Weblog

Thursday, May 15, 2003

May 15, 2003

Cinema news: One of the summer's most eagerly anticipated movies opens tomorrow in Los Angeles. Of course I'm talking about Friends & Family, featuring Broadway cutie Brian Lane Green, Anna Maria Alberghetti, Tovah Feldshuh, Edward Hibbert, and Meshach "Yes, I've worked since Mannequin 2!" Taylor. "Meet the real gay mafia."

Set aside an hour or so: Retromedia.tv is, like, the best thing ever! Dozens of RealMedia clips of television intros, outros, network bumps, commercials and other ephemera from the 60s, 70s and 80s. Hear that Metropolitan Life jingle that haunted my childhood! See the suprisingly non-wacky intro to The Paul Lynde Show! Thrill to the "let's put on a show!" energy pervading a 1982 Coca-Cola commercial [last clip on this page]! I love sites like this! [hat tip to Scrubbles]
May 15, 2003 at 6:10 PM |
Categories: Jurassic Weblog

Tuesday, May 13, 2003

Sodomy Tour 2003

Rogue trip: Sodomy Tour 2003. "Four Days. Four States. Four Infamous Crimes Against Nature."
On March 26, the U.S. Supreme Court heard arguments regarding Texas'--and, by extension, three other states'--same-sex sodomy law, which criminalizes sexual activity between members of the same sex. The court will issue a ruling by the end of June.

In advance of the Supreme Court's decision, The Stranger sent David Schmader to tour the four states whose homo-only sodomy laws could soon be declared unconstitutional--and to commit some good old-fashioned illegal sodomy for perhaps the last time.

It depends on how you say it: Peter Filichia's theatre-related Tom Swifties.
"Wasn't what happened to Eddie in Blood Brothers awfully lucky?" Tom said transparently.

"On June 7, 1998, Lillias White, Chuck Cooper, and Pamela Isaacs were thrown out of work and Broadway lost a good musical," Tom said lifelessly.

"Ms. Henshall is no longer in Chicago," Tom said ruthlessly.

Cute crooner: Michael Bublé.

No small (travel) plans: I'll be hefting myself onto the big shoulders of Chicago over the Memorial Day weekend, one of three planned (so far) jaunts to the Second City in the next few months. If you'd like to lift a glass with me while I'm there, please be in touch.

Meta: Alas, L'il Gromit's LCD woes seem intractable so, for the near term at least, I'll just be coping with his fluky backlight by applying the "jiggle the handle" method to find the sweet spot where it snaps on. A replacement PowerBook is in my future but, given other near-term obligations, it may be several months off.
May 13, 2003 at 6:13 PM |
Categories: Jurassic Weblog
Tags: travel | theatre | Chicago | sodomy | Tom Swifties

Tuesday, April 29, 2003

April 29, 2003

A few thoughts on Apple's new music service: I wasn't expecting much of interest to me personally from Apple Computer's much-ballyhooed product announcements yesterday, so it was a pleasant surprise that, in addition to introducing a significant re-alignment of the iPod line, they also rolled out a new music service that shows a lot of promise.

The premise is certainly simple enough: as a feature of the updated iTunes software (included with every new Mac or as part of the iLife package), you get access to a catalog of several thousand songs and albums at applemusic.com. Point, click and purchase: 99 cents per track or $9.99 per album. Sweet. There are a (very) few restrictions on the music, which is immediately downloaded and placed in an iTunes library but, by and large, the service is inexpensive, fast and, most importantly, easy.

Compared to the "free" music sharing networks I've sampled, the iTunes/Apple Music combo is a breeze to search and use, and the ala carte pricing system beats other recently launched subscription services I've looked at. The system suits my style, the way I consume popular music anyway. I'm likely to hear a song on the radio and click through the purchase just that track for my use. While I'm there, though, I'll be inclined to sample other tracks on the album (you can hear a 30-second sample of every song on a service for free). If there are enough songs that interest me, I probably won't buy and download the whole album; I'm still old-fashioned enough to go out and purchase the CD.

That's the first thing that'll limit my use of the system. Although it has a lot of nice cosmetic features (when you download a song or album, for example, you get a digital copy of the CD cover art that's displayed in iTunes while it plays), they're not really complete substitutes for the tangibles that come with a CD, including liner notes, lyrics and other collateral.

The other drawback is the somewhat limited catalog of material in which I'm really interested and, related to that, the limited way in which the material that is available is indexed.

When browsing the library by artist, for example, it's organized by first name first, last name last. If I want to download a song or album by Mark Wills, I have to remember his name is Mark and not Matt. That's not a huge roadblock, but it becomes particularly problematic when searching for the material I'm really interested in.

To wit: the Apple Music library seems to be entirely arranged using the same categories employed by the CDDB, the same service that pulls up the track titles, artist names and other data about a recording when you query it upon inserting a new CD. In some ways, that makes a lot of sense, since it brings the music you download from Apple into line with the music you may already have ripped from CDs you currently own.

But hey, I'm a theatre queen. I'm interested in show tunes. Unfortunately, the CDDB has no category for show music. Original cast recordings and their like get lumped in with "Soundtracks" (ugh!) and, because of the collaborative nature of theatre and the fact that CDDB data isn't compiled from a centralized source but, instead, contributed by thousands of Internet users, the ID3 data for show music is inconsistent at best, hopelessly confusing at worst.

Let's say I want to download a song from Urinetown. I could just enter the title in the search box and it pops right up. But if I'm browsing, I first click on the "Soundtrack" Genre and then must choose an "Artist" category. Now I know that Urinetown was written by Mark Hollman and Greg Kotis, but they're nowhere to be found in the Artist list. So I click on "Original Broadway Cast". True, that's not an "Artist" but, in lieu of its own "Genre" category, someone substituted it here. But the only listings under "Original Broadway Cast" are Jesus Christ Superstar and Porgy & Bess.

Well, that didn't work. As it turns out, Urinetown is there, but under the "Artist" category of simply "Original Cast", along with A Connecticut Yankee, Lost in the Stars, Mamma Mia! and others. Still other show music can be found under "Artists" including "Original 1953 Broadway Cast", "Broadway Cast Recording" and the ever-so-helpful "Various Artists". Still others duplicate the album title for the "Artist" field, creating further confusion.

The CDDB is polluted with this sort of confusing or conflicting data; it's the sort of stuff I spend a few minutes sorting out into my own schema whenever I rip music from a new CD. But what's amazing is that while Apple claims every song in their new service is a pristine digitization, they didn't take the time to provide new or better metadata for the tracks than what was already crammed into the CDDB.

So that's the biggest roadblock to the service being useful to me right now. I just can't be bothered to sort through someone else's half-cocked system of categorizing the music I'm searching for.

The other major shortcoming for me, of course, is that once you do wade through the tracks, you discover there's not a lot of show music there anyway, and certainly nothing I can't get at Sam Goody or Webster Records. If Apple really wants to make a splash with me and a lot of show queens, spend a little coin to license the out-of-print or unreleased back catalogs of Decca and a few other labels that specialize in theatre music (and spend a little time properly sorting it).

There is a ton of stuff awaiting CD release and a ton more that will never be pressed again, or at least not in this depressed economy. Make it available for ala carte download, though, and that dusty back catalog can suddenly generate revenue. I know my credit card would be taking quite a few hits.
April 29, 2003 at 6:24 PM |
Categories: A/V Club | Jurassic Weblog

Monday, April 28, 2003

April 28, 2003

Like IMDb for Logos: Logo type, an archive of over 72,000 downloadable logos. [thanks be to Accordian Guy]
April 28, 2003 at 6:30 PM |
Categories: Jurassic Weblog

Friday, April 25, 2003

April 25, 2003

Watch out, Dan Savage: Sex Tips From Rick Santorum. Steamy!

Walkin' the walk: Weekend television brings what's being almost universally panned as a dreadful remake of Eloise at the Plaza, Kay Thompson's tale of the little girl -- her feckless alter ego -- who lived at the Plaza Hotel in New York. (I'll be watching, if only because the teleplay features the dreamy Gavin Creel, who along with Sutton Foster and Harriet Harris is one of the few compelling reasons to see Thoroughly Modern Millie on Broadway.)

Update: Anita expressed some confusion at my referring to Eloise as a "remake," which probably isn't the best term. It is, however, the second go at a TV adaptation of the books. It was first attempted in 1956 on CBS's Playhouse 90. There's more information in the second half of this Ken Mandelbaum piece. (Still more info about the 1956 show at the Eloise website.)

Incidentally, Kay Thompson will be honored next month as one of this year's inductees to the St. Louis Walk of Fame. The St. Louis native, who died in 1998, made her mark as a singer and songwriter in Hollywood, notably for her contributions to The Harvey Girls and The Ziegfeld Follies. (Other 2003 inductees are Washington University founder William Greenleaf Eliot, St. Louis Cardinals backflipping shortstop Ozzie Smith, seven-time NBA All-Star Ed Macauley, and Steely Dan/Doobie vet Michael McDonald.)

Boys, we'll make you happy: There's two chunks of good news in this New York Times piece by Jesse McKinley. The first is that the dreamy Tom Cavanaugh (Ed on Ed) will be taking over the role of Bobby Strong in Urinetown on Broadway (the role was originated off-B'way and resumed in the big show by the dreamy Hunter Foster; Charlie Pollock has been holding down the loo since Foster left in March). Tom may be the reason I've been looking for to make another trip to the Henry Miller's.

Of course, the dreamy Hunter Foster will join Alice Ripley as Seymour and Audrey respectively in the late summer production of Little Shop of Horrors. And the Urinetown national tour kicks off in a couple of months; Chicago is on the itinerary.

The second is that the long-anticipated Dreamgirls revival appears to be gathering steam. The article says the inevitable question is who will direct and, while that's important, true, the question of the minds of most show queens is "Who will play Effie?" (Dreamgirls was the first Broadway musical I saw twice, back to back, when I was just wee sprout. Gads, that was almost 20 years ago! If the cast and direction are top-notch, I may have to repeat that, just for sentiment's sake.)
April 25, 2003 at 6:30 PM |
Categories: Jurassic Weblog

Thursday, April 24, 2003

April 24, 2003

Let the games begin (soon): Yours truly has been enlisted a judge for the Webgeek 0lympics, kicking off May 1. There seems to be an event for everyone. Don't sit on the sidelines. Your participation is encouraged.

Traveler's aid: Jason seeks suggestions of sights to see whilst visiting San Francisco. Tell him your favorites.

(Web)log-rolling: Signs of life return to jish.nu, DanSays, Mark, My Words, the former Foopster and Ultrasparky. Also, a redesign contest at Jame's place bears mentioning.

Recent discoveries include Dogpoet, Cucalambe, and LA City Boy.

Among recent rediscoveries are Jase Wells and Michael Eddy Pittman, two of my earliest webcrushes, now with weblog flava.
April 24, 2003 at 6:34 PM |
Categories: Jurassic Weblog

Tuesday, April 22, 2003

April 22, 2003

Circuit ditty: An illustrated report from the White Party in Palm Springs.

Unnecessary modulation: Songs in the key of stupid at The Truck Driver's Gear Change Hall of Shame.
Contrary to what many people seem to think, the truck driver's gear change is in no way inventive, interesting or acceptable: it is in fact an utterly appalling and unimaginative admission that you've run out of inspiration and the song should have ended one minute ago; but you're under pressure to make something which can be stretched out to the length of a single. The concept of the truck driver's gear change seems to transcend all musical styles, from Perry Como to The Misfits, although my investigations reveal that it's most prevalent in mainstream pop, and, let's face it, it's unlikely to feature in hip-hop. But who's to say?

Looking back in The BradLands:
April 22, 2003 at 6:36 PM |
Categories: Jurassic Weblog

Friday, April 18, 2003

April 18, 2003

Enhancing iMovie: Plug-ins for expanding the capabilities of the already spiffy Macintosh free digital video editor iMovie from Stupendous Software and eZedia.

Are you high, Clairee?! I seem to be evolving some sort of schlock media theme as the week winds down. Today's exhibit: Straight Up, a 1980s version of Reefer Madness, featuring Louis Gosett, Jr. and Aron Eisenberg (later "Nog" on Star Trek: Deep Space Nine) and starring Chad Allen, best known for his role as the snackable frontier twink on Dr. Quinn: Medicine Woman. Hey, grab a beer, roll a fat one and consider a snippet from the synopsis of this "Just Say 'No'"-era relic.
Suddenly he's in a mystical elevator with Lou Gossett Jr. who is performing a song about elevators in a tie-dyed overcoat, dancing and pawing at Chad Allen. The song is criminal in its suckitude, and after he's done destroying centuries of musical theory, he gives Chad a rainbow headband that he claims is the key to all drug and alcohol knowledge. Let's go over it again: a mysterious stranger who stole his outfit from Whoopi Goldberg's closet pulls a little boy into an elevator with him, caresses him while he performs a short musical, and gives him a magic rainbow headband. There couldn't be a gayer way for you to teach Chad Allen about drugs if you were two tiny magicians on his shoulder giving each other oil massages.
April 18, 2003 at 6:38 PM |
Categories: Jurassic Weblog

Thursday, April 17, 2003

April 17, 2003

This is not a book to be put aside lightly: I was wondering the other day if there could possibly be anything more banal and uninteresting than Showtime's American adaptation of Queer as Folk, now in its third appalling season. As it turns out, there is. It's Every Nine Seconds, a prequel novella set in 1989, introducing the hedonistic protagonists Brian Kinney and Michael Navotny as they prepare for their high school prom. An excerpt:
"What have we got here?" Brian coyly asked as he took the gifts out of Michael's hands. He opened the smaller one first. It was plainly in the shape of a cassette.

"It's a mix tape," Michael said as the wrapping came off.

"I can see that." Brian read the names written on the side. "The Cure, Prince, Echo and the Bunnymen...Rick Springfield?" He looked up at Michael. "That's quite a mix."

"They're from different points in our friendship," Michael said, grinning.

"Put in on." Brian handed the tape to Michael.

"Okay." Michael slid over to his Casio boom box and slipped the tape in. He adjusted the volume controls so it wouldn't disturb his mom, who was sleeping just down the hall. It didn't really matter, though. The walls of the house were so thin that she could probably hear everything that was going on in Michael's room anyway.

She could probably smell the pot too.

I know! Doesn't that sound delightful?! And by "delightful", I mean, of course, "dreadful". (More excerpts at the Showtime site.) I'll pass, thanks. If I'm going to be doing any page-turning associated with this show, it'll involve Peter Paige, please.
April 17, 2003 at 6:39 PM |
Categories: Jurassic Weblog

Wednesday, April 16, 2003

April 16, 2003

We've all been there: Al-a-Tal-a-Phobia: Fear Of The Cute Jock in Ms. Talley's Algebra Class.
Finally by the third day, at the most awkward moment possible, I burst out with "I have been to all your games." I couldn't have sounded more like a school girl in puppy love if I had been decked out in a plaid skirt and Catholic school girl blazer.

"Um, thanks. I am a big fan of yours too, I cheated off your last three Algebra tests." The fact was I knew that, I let him do it. Ethics out the window, just the sight of him made me weak in the knees.

Briefly noted: I don't know Christopher, but I have to admire him, because he has collected 44 pages of photos of guys in their underpants. [via FARK]

Marginally related: Will Munro Art Underwear.

Honestly: I've said I wouldn't give any hints about this, but I've gotten a few messages from folks insisting they know exactly which member's mine. You're all wrong. For the record, my penis has never chopped down trees nor done its homework on the back of a coal shovel. Illinois is not referred to as "The Land of Brad's Penis" (even though, on occasion, it should be). The 16th First Lady of the United States was not Mary Todd Brad's Penis. And, finally, my penis did not free the slaves, save the union or get offed at Ford's Theatre.

And that's all I have to say about that.
April 16, 2003 at 6:40 PM |
Categories: Jurassic Weblog

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